At the right place at the right time
About a year ago I went into a bathroom to pee. There was a long row of urinals but only one other guy was there. He was standing just a foot away from me, and I couldn’t help but notice his cock dangling out of his shorts.
I tried to focus on peeing, but I kept stealing quick glances. He noticed and got bolder — he took a small step back so I could see it better. I kept peeking, and he clearly saw me looking. Next thing I know, he moves to the urinal right next to mine, scoots his foot over until it’s touching mine, and gives me a little grin.
I let out a nervous chuckle. His cock was about 6 inches, soft but thick. He started slowly stroking it. I was nervous as hell someone would walk in, but he whispered “it’s fine.” We moved down to the end stall. He pulled his out fully and then reached over and pulled mine out too.
I got super embarrassed — I was still soft and definitely smaller than him. He didn’t seem to mind. He started rubbing his cock against mine. I’d never done anything with a guy before, but for some reason I didn’t want to stop. We heard footsteps and I quickly moved two stalls over. Once the person left, he followed me and we started frotting for real.
I came first, super fast. I was flustered but stayed long enough to finish him off. He came a couple minutes later. I washed my hands and left feeling completely shocked, embarrassed… and curious.
Long story short: I secretly love guys who are bigger than me. I keep thinking about how hot it would feel to have a hung guy smack his heavy cock on me to assert dominance